Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Natasha's time here in the AFW had been terrible. She had lost a number of matches against rivals who she really should beat and her arrogance had been her downfall. Despite her own feelings on the subject, she was NOT as good at wrestling as she thought. Therefore it was something of a mystery why she had made such a speech at a live taping of AFW where she openly challenged anyone within the locker room,

The sounds of Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet - Montagues and Capulets, Dance Of The Knights bellowed out across the arena P.A

Out from the darkness stepped Natasha. She was wearing her usual black thigh high boots, black bikini bottoms and top that accentuated her curves and her long purple hair flowing behind her. Instead of her usual long coat that made her look like a member of the KGB she had with her a long leash in her hand. Tied to the end of the leash was a small blonde girl who on all fours followed behind the Russian Princess.

It was her supposed sub, Jess who Natasha had taken as a slave after beating her in the middle of the ring (although no one could verify this match ever took place)

Natasha left her sub tied to the ringpost and climbed into the squared circle. She grabbed a mic and waited for the crowd and ther music to die down.

"It is I, Princess Natasha Rostovik! I am here to crush ze foolish girls of ze AFW. I am ze best wrestler here and just like my slave outside ze ring, you will ALL bow to me! But.... less of me. There iz one girl who I want to fight, and you know who you are. So show yourself, and maybe it wont be ze nightmare you expect!"

It would have been the perfect opportunity for many of the big names to come out and teach her a lesson, any of the bigger more experienced girls could have tamed the self proclaimed dominatrix. However much to Natasha's delight, the one girl who came forth was Minney Navarre

Natasha licked her lips and stretched a moment, as the crowd hooted in disbelief. This was a total mismatch and it was likely Natasha's father had been throwing around his money again. Even so, Natasha had every right to be confident and would try to make the match seem as effortless as possible.

Minney always had an open contract with the AFW. She had school work she needed to do which kept her very busy most of the year, but when the call came, she was ready! She never really cared who she fought, she was just determined to do her best and when she saw the Russian girl's entrance, she frowned a little bit. The girl looked a lot tougher than most of the girls she faced, but she HAD faced some tough ones in her day. She just needed to try her best and if she won, well, then she could definitely prove her worth!

When her upbeat music, Minney appeared with a bright smile on her face. She was the loveable loser of the AFW, so she was always cheered for her never give up attitude on the face of insurmountable odds. Dressed in a open blouse and khaki shorts, and wrestling boots, she skipped down the ring and slid into it.

She looked at Natasha, the girl was pretty, if not dressed in a bit of a risqué manner. Minney tried NOT to look at the "slave" though. THAT was a bit disheartening. She perked up when she entered the ring and held out her hand.

"I'm Minney!" She chirped as though she were completely oblivious to what might happen in the match. "Let's do our best!" She then chuckled. "I won't go easy on you!"

Natasha raised an eyebrow as she looked at her potential prey, especially when Minney said she wouldnt go easy on the Russian Princess. She approached cautiously not wanting to make the mistakes of previous matches. She saw her chance when Minney stuck out a hand.

Immediately the heel grabbed her arm and lifted it up, at the same time twisting under it so she could snap it down in a wristlock.

"You should worry, I need a new slave!" Natasha taunted trying to get in the girls head as much as dominate her physically. Natasha would hold the girl for a while deciding that debilitating holds was the easiest way to have Minney at her feet and begging to be let go.

Minney expected nothing but a return shake as she held out her hand to the Princess. However, her thoughts were quickly dashed away when the firm grip turned into something much worse. "Aaaiiyye!"

Minney's eyes widened and then shut and she squirmed, twisting her body to try and keep the pain at bay as Natasha forcefully bent Minney to her whim.

"Owwie! owwie! owwwie!" She murmured as her feet danced in place. "S-slave?" She questioned Natahsa's words. She timidly spared a glance towards the blonde and gulped. She didn't want to be anyone's slave!

A smile grew along the face of Natasha. She could sense that Minney was not a typical wrestler nor did she seem to have a large arsenal of moves she could unleash on a rival. With the wristlock in place, Natasha mocked the trapped girl.

"Zis is no time to be dancing little girl..."

And with thaat she raised her arm and stepped in hard close to Minney bringing her elbow down on the small cute wrestler back looking to floor her as she left go of the wristlock.

"....Zis is time to earn your slave collar!"

The crowd were getting behind Natasha in equal parts as were Minney. This was potentially dangerous for the Russian's rival as Natasha needed little encouragement to show off and display her full repertoire of moves and finishers. If she got into the mood Natasha could be a really evil heel.

Watching the little mouse crumble to the floor Natasha felt a sense of power surge through her body. In previous matches by now she had been on the backfoot but this was her night. She stepped over Minney's body and positioned herself so that she could crouch and pull Minneys arms up over the Russian's thick thighs.

Natasha was attempting to apply a camel clutch just to wear the girl down.

"Zis is a clutch. It is especially painful when I yank back on your head like zis..."

Natasha cupped Minneys chin and pulled back so she was almost looking directly up. The crowd gasping in concern for the smaller wrestler who was in trouble.

"... Now you can submit, but if you do, you know what happens...Besides, you will be my seat before ze night is through!"

Minney was just beginning to push up when Natasha sat on her back and grabbed her arms. She wasn't really in a position to fight back before, but with her arms pinned, the clutch was easily applied.

"Nnnnnngghh!"

She squealed and squirmed as Natasha pulled back and taunted her. She could feel the pain in her spine as she saw Natasha in her vision. Minney shook her head as much as she could in the clutch. The match hadn't even started yet and she didn't want to be a slave at all!

Despite the match unofficially being underway Natasha was all over Minney. The ref interupted the Russian's onslaught and made her break the hold. "Niet!" Natasha replied nonchalantly as she tortured her poor captive. However the ref was standing firm and the Russian let go of her prey.

"Fine. Now start ze match!" she scolded the official with her arms held out wide as if to intimidate her. The ref called for the bell and the match was underway. Meanwhile it had given Minney some recovery time and Natasha had taken her eyes off the little minx.

Natasha turned away from the ref and scanned the ring for her rival. "Where are you little girl? I want to punish you some more!" she scoffed.

Minney grunted as she was let go. Thankful, she lurched an arm around to her aching backside and began to slowly roll away while Natasha and the referee exchanged words. She caught a small glimpse of it and when the bell rang, her eyes widened, she quickly kept rolling until she flopped out of the ring.

She could feel her heart pounding. She had never really been scared in a match, but she had never really been threatened to become a slave either! She just hoped Natasha wouldn't find her before she had time to recover.